Animal Instincts

After a point of time, the ostrich digs a hole and buries it's head into the sand, thus supposedly eliminating all possible worries/dangers.

I feel like an ostrich, someone who refuses to acknowledge the elephant in the room, who seems to be growing bigger and bigger with each passing day.

I make a decision, choose a path, walk two steps in that direction and run back to where I started from again. It's not because I'm sad. Or scared. Or incredibly demotivated.

I'm just too unsure of who I am starting to become with time.
I wish I could be an animal, any animal, for a day and not feel anything apart from the basics-the need to eat, defecate and copulate.